Almost

"One more shot, I promise. After this one no more."

"You swear?"

"I swear."

The words rolled off Elijah's tongue, his composure was at a firm zero. So was mine. We gulped down the two shots and let the strong liquid slide down our throats.

Our last and final shot of the night, thankfully. If I were to take another, I would be puking for the rest of the night.

"What time is it?" I grabbed Elijah's arm and looked at his watch.

2:43 a.m

"I'm pretty tired, I'm going to go home now."

I stood up from the bar stool but I was stopped in my tracks when Elijah wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to his side.

"Let me take you home."

I nodded, words couldn't form. I was either too drunk to speak anymore and something about his actions. Or maybe both.

We stumbled outside of the club, continuously stumbling into people as we did so.

Elijah talked on the phone for a minute before hanging up.

"Cab will be here in five minutes."

"Okay, I mumbled." The winds of New York City had grown stronger, with the addition of the cold temperature, I was freezing my ass off.

I snuggled more into Elijah's side, he responded by tightening his grip on my waist.

The cab ride was quiet and short. By the time we got to my apartment complex, it had started to rain.

We stumbled our way to my apartment, falling multiple times.

We entered my apartment and I turned on the lights. I kicked off my shoes and turned to face Elijah.

"So," he said.

"So what?"

"What do you want to do?" He began to take off his jacket and shoes, lazily tossing them near the door.

I rubbed my eyes, "Go to sleep."

Elijah looked at me and nodded. "Lead the way."

I stared at him for a moment, contemplating what he just said. If I was sober, which I most definitely wasn't, I would be asking him questions. However, I wasn't and I was as drunk as I had ever been. So I nodded and did what he told me to do.

I began walking towards my room, I could feel him close behind.

I didn't turn on my lights and instead fell onto my stomach on the bed, leaving Elijah enough space so he could lay down next to me. I followed his figure as he walked from the door to the left side of the bed. He sat on the bed for a minute before he laid on his back.

A few minutes of silence passed before he broke it.

"I'm not tired."

"Neither am I," I huffed. I turned over and sat against the headboard, only inches away from Elijah.

"I see you have a tv." He gestured to the 24 inch sitting on my dresser.

"Do you want to watch something?" I tilted my head to look at him.

He met my eyes and nodded. I grabbed the remote from my nightstand and turned the tv on. For the past hour, we aimlessly flicked through the channels, not catching the interest of anything. I changed the channel once again and finally, we landed on something we both wouldn't mind watching for a while. The Shining.

As I watched the movie, I noticed something slightly moving in my peripheral vision. I focused my attention on the movie to what was moving. It was Elijah's hand, slowly moving towards me. As it came closer to my body, I was frozen. I didn't know what to expect. If he was just going to lay it on my thigh or if more were to happen.

His fingers brushed up against my naked thigh, his hand laid there for a while as if Elijah was thinking what he should do next.

I guess he had decided. He slowly raised his hand and laid it on my upper thigh, gently grasping it. When he didn't make any other move, I let out a breath and focused my attention on the movie.

Just as Danny came across the two twins, Elijah's hand slowly moved higher.

"What are you doing," I blurted out.

His hand froze in his place and he turned his head away from the tv to look at me.

"Nothing, why?" His face broke out into a smirk and I couldn't help but laugh a little.

His brown eyes stared intently into mine and the next thing I knew he was leaning towards me.

He stopped a couple inches away from, I was able to feel his breath. I closed my eyes and let out a shaky breath. I leaned forward.

Our lips met and I could instantly taste the booze. His hand massaged my thigh while the other cupped my cheek and pulled me closer.

The pace had started out slow but lust was taking over. We kissed faster and deeper. He abruptly pushed me away from me, still grasping my thigh.

"Lay down," he commanded.

I nodded. I pulled the pillow down so I could rest my head on it. As soon as I was in place Elijah got on top of me and crashed his lips onto mine. We both started to sweat and breathe hard, but we weren't going to stop. I pulled on his neck for him to come closer, his muscular body felt great against my petite one.

His hand grazed down my leg and back up again. He did this a couple times before he slipped under my dress on his way back up.

"Take this off," he ordered.

"The zipper is on the back," I breathed out.

He gestured for me to turn around and he unzipped it, slowly taking it off. I just then realized as the dress fell off my chest that I was not wearing a bra.

As I kicked off the dress, Elijah grasped my shoulders and made me turn. He took looked down at my breasts and smiled.

I rolled my eyes and gripped his shoulders and we laid back down and continued our intense makeout session.

He brought his hand back down to my inner thighs, he was a teaser. He switched back from massaging my thigh to massaging my breasts. He broke the kiss and lowered his head and kissed my neck making me moan.

His fingers grazed over my underwear, making me squirm. He raised his head and gave me a peck on the lips before lowering his head again. His lips started at my neck and slowly went down. His wet lips kissing my lower stomach made me squirm and he grasped my both my thighs to keep me in place.

"Stay still," he warned. I grasped the bed sheets to keep myself from moving again, but it proved difficult.

He kissed once again on my lower stomach and then the hem of my underwear. He let go of my thighs and began to pull off my underwear, kissing the parts that were hidden.

Before he fully uncovered everything, he glanced up at me. I nodded, giving my okay.

"Okay," he murmured. I could feel his hot breath getting closer. He pulled down my underwear all the way and began to lower his head.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

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Am I mean? The answer is yes, for two reasons.

1. For the long wait, sorry about that.

2. For the ending of this chapter, not sorry about that.

Again, please leave comments about the chapter, whether you like it or not.

And for those who like Metallica, I have been writing a fanfiction, so if you would like for me to post it, let me know in the comments below.